He shoulders his small pack and sets off at a quick run down the street, getting a few warehouses down before he ducks between the buildings while people are busy tearing each other apart in the street.

It's simple enough to double back and work his way back to the target, and he pulls his gun from the holster as a precaution, listening to the sounds on the front side of the building and not making a sound as he creeps through the shadows.

A door would be nice, but if not, he's got no problem with blowing out a window to drop inside.